Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven Wendy's Story

Chapter Eleven Wendy's Story "Well, listen," said Wendy, and sat down to tell her story.Michael sat at her feet, and the seven children sat on the bed. "Once upon a time there was a gentleman..." "I'd rather he was a lady," said Curly. "I hope he's a white mouse," Nibs said. "Be quiet," the mother ordered them, "and there's a wife, and . . . " "Oh, mother," said the eldest of the twins, "you mean there's another wife, don't you? She's not dead, is she?" "No." "I'm so glad she's not dead," said Tutu. "Are you happy, John?"

"Of course I'm happy." "Are you happy, Nibs?" "very happy." "Are you happy, twins?" "We're happy too." "Oh, my God." Wendy sighed. "Don't make noise!" cried Peter.He thought it only fair to let Wendy finish the story, though it seemed to him a nuisance. "This gentleman's name is Darling," went on Wendy, "and her name is Mrs. Darling." "I know them," John said, trying to make the other kids feel bad. "I think I know them too," Michael said hesitantly.

"They got married, you know," Wendy explained, "and you know what they have?" "White rat," Nibs said with a sudden inspiration. "no." "It's hard to guess," said Tutu, though he knew the story by heart. "Be quiet, Tutu. They have three offspring." "What is offspring?" "You are an offspring, twin." "Did you hear that, John? I'm a descendant." "Offspring are children," John said. "Oh, dear, dear," sighed Wendy, "well, the three children had a faithful nurse named Nana; but Mr. Darling was angry with her, and chained her in the yard; So all three children flew away."

"It's a good story," Nibs said. "They flew to Neverland," Wendy said, "and the lost children live there too..." "I think they're there," put in Curly excitedly, "somehow, I think they're there anyway." "Ah, Wendy," cried Tutu, "is there a lost child named Tutu?" "yes." "I'm in a story, ha ha, I'm in a story, Nibs." "Shut up. Now, I want you to think, how does it feel to the unhappy parents when the children have all flown away?" "Alas!" they all lamented, though they cared little for the feelings of the unhappy parents.

"Think of those empty beds!" "It's so miserable." The eldest of the twins said happily. "I don't think the story will end well," said the second twin. "What do you say, Nibs?" "I am anxious." "If you knew how great a mother's love is," Wendy told them triumphantly, "you wouldn't be afraid." Now she came to the part that Peter hated most. "I like a mother's love," Tutu said, smashing Nibs on a pillow. "Do you like a mother's love, Nibs?" "I like it," said Nibs, throwing the pillow back.

"You see," said Wendy cheerfully, "the heroine of our story knew that their mother kept the window open so that her baby would fly back; a joy." "Have they ever returned home?" "Now," said Wendy, plucking up courage to make a last effort, "let's take a peek at the future;" and they all writhed a little, so that they could see the future more easily. "After many years, a beautiful lady of unknown age got off the train at London station. Who was she?" "Oh, Wendy, who is she?" cried Nibs, all excited, as if he really didn't know.

"Could it be—was—was—exactly—beautiful Wendy!" "what!" "And who are those two handsome men with her? Could it be John and Michael? Exactly!" "what!" "'You see, my dear brother,' said Wendy, pointing upwards, 'the window is still open. For our high faith in our mother's love we have been rewarded at last. And so they flew up I flew to my mother and father; the happy scene of the reunion cannot be described in words, so we will not go into details." This is the story that delights the listener as much as the teller.The story really makes sense, doesn't it?We sometimes go away, like those heartless things—the children; but the children are cute, too; When cared for, we return, knowing with confidence that not only will we not be punished, we will be rewarded.

They believe so deeply in their mother's love that they feel that they can spend more time outside. But there was one man here who knew better than they did, and when Wendy finished he let out a heavy groan. "What's the matter, Peter?" cried Wendy, and she ran to Peter, thinking he was ill.She touched his chest with concern. "Where does it hurt you, Peter?" "Not that kind of pain," Peter replied sullenly. "What kind of pain?" "Wendy, you're wrong about mothers." They all crowded round anxiously, for Peter's agitation had made them panic; and Peter told them exactly what he had been keeping in his heart.

"Long ago," said Peter, "I believed, as you do, that my mother would wait for me with the window open forever; so I stayed out month after month before flying back; but the window was bolted , because mother has forgotten all about me, and another little boy is sleeping in my bed." I dare not say it is true, Peter thinks it is; it frightens them. "Are you sure that's the way mothers are?" "yes." So, mothers turned out to be so, so mean! Be careful, though; only a child knows when to let go of your beliefs. "Wendy, let's go home." John and Michael shouted together.

"Okay," said Wendy, putting her arms around them. "Could it be tonight?" the lost children asked in confusion.In their hearts, they know they can get along just fine without their mothers, and only mothers think that their children can't live without them. "Leave at once," said Wendy decisively.Because a terrible thought suddenly occurred to her: "Perhaps the mother is mourning them at this time." This fear made her forget Peter's mood, and she said to Peter suddenly: "Peter, please make the necessary preparations, okay?" "Yes," replied Peter coldly, as if Wendy had asked him for some dried fruit.

Not even a word of farewell was said between the two of them.If Wendy didn't care about breaking up, he'd show her too, and neither did he, Peter. But of course he cared a lot; he was full of resentment towards the grown-ups who kept screwing everything up.Therefore, whenever he got into the tree hole, he took short breaths on purpose, about five breaths per second.He did this because there is a saying in Neverland that for every breath you take, a grown man dies.So Peter vengefully killed as many of them as possible. After he made the necessary explanations to the Indians, he returned to his underground home.When he left, something outrageous happened at home.The lost children were afraid that Wendy would leave them, and threatened her. "Things will be worse than they were before she came," they cried. "We won't let her go." "Let's take her into custody." "By the way, lock her up." In the predicament, Wendy had an idea and thought of whom to turn to for help. "Tutu," she cried, "I appeal to you." Is it strange?She actually complained to Tutu, Tutu is the stupidest one. However, Tutu's reaction was very grand.At that moment, he shook off his stupidity and answered with dignity. "I'm only Tutu," he said, "and nobody takes me seriously. Only if anyone treats Wendy like an English gentleman, I'll make him bleed." As he spoke, he drew out his knife; at this moment, he showed an incomparably high aura.The other children retreated uncomfortably.At this moment Peter returned, and they saw at once that there was no support from him.He wouldn't force a girl to stay in Neverland against her will. "Wendy," said Peter, pacing up and down the room, "I have ordered the Indians to escort you out of the wood, because the flight wears you out too much." "Thank you, Peter." "Then," said Peter again, in the short, high-pitched voice that was accustomed to be obeyed, "Tinker Bell will take you across the sea. Nibs, wake her up." Nibs knocked on the door twice before he heard an answer, even though Tinker Bell had actually been sitting on the bed, eavesdropping for a long time. "Who are you? How dare you? Go away," she cried. "It's time for you to get up, Tinker Bell," Nibs called. "Take Wendy away." Tinker Bell, of course, was very glad to hear that Wendy was going; but she was determined not to be Wendy's guide, so she said it in more unkind terms, and then she pretended to be asleep again. . "She says she won't get up," cried Nibs, startled at her blatant disobedience, and Peter went gravely to the girl's bedroom. "Tinker Bell," he cried, "if you don't get up and dress right away, I'll draw the curtain, and we'll all see you in your nightgown." This made her jump to the ground. "Who says I can't get up?" she cried. Meanwhile the children stared miserably at Wendy.Wendy and John and Michael are packed and ready to go.At this time, the children were depressed, not only because they were about to lose Wendy, but also because they felt that something good was waiting for Wendy, but it was not for them.Novelty was their favorite as a rule. Wendy believed they had a noble feeling at this moment, and she could not help relenting. "My dear children," she said, "if you will all come with me, I am almost sure that my father and mother will adopt you all." The invitation had been addressed especially to Peter; but each child thought only of himself, and they jumped up for joy at once. "But do they think we have too many people?" Nibs asked while dancing. "Oh, no," said Wendy, summing it up quickly, "just a few extra beds in the parlour; the first few Thursdays, the beds could be hidden behind screens." (Thursdays probably The day when the Lin family received guests. - Annotation) "Peter, can we go?" the children pleaded together.They thought it would be no problem, they all went, and he would definitely go; however, they didn't really care much about whether he went or not.Children are always like this, as long as a novelty comes, they would rather leave the dearest person behind. "Okay." Peter said with a wry smile, and the children immediately ran to pack their things. "Now, Peter," said Wendy, thinking she had got everything right, "before I go, I'm going to give you medicines." She liked to give them medicines, and she must have given them too much.Of course, it was just water; but the water was poured from a gourd bottle.Wendy was always shaking the gourd and counting the drops, which made the water medicinal.However, this time she didn't feed Peter, because when she was about to feed him, she suddenly saw the look on Peter's face, and couldn't help but feel her heart sink. "Go and pack your things, Peter," Wendy called tremblingly. "No," answered Peter, pretending nothing had happened, "I'm not going with you, Wendy." In order to show his indifference to Wendy's departure, Peter wandered about the room, happily playing his heartless flute.Wendy had to run after him, though that was not very respectable. "Go and find your mother," Wendy urged him. If Peter had had a mother, he no longer thought of her now.He could do well without his mother, he had seen them through.All he could think of was their bad. "No! No!" Peter told Wendy decisively, "Maybe mother will say, I have grown up, and I just want to be a little boy forever and play forever." "But, Peter..." "No." The news must be told to others "Peter isn't coming." Peter is not coming!The children stared at him blankly. Each of them carried a wooden stick on their shoulders, and a bundle was hung on one end of the wooden stick.Their first thought was that if Peter didn't go, he might change his mind and not let them go. But Peter was too proud to bother doing that. "If you find your mothers," he said darkly, "I hope you'll like them." This very ironic statement made the children feel very uncomfortable, and most of them showed doubts.Their faces seem to say, in the end, if go.Could it be a fool? "Now," cried Peter, "don't worry, don't cry, goodbye, Wendy." He held out his hand as if they were really going, because he still had something important to say. something to do. Wendy could only shake his hand, for Peter had not indicated that he wanted a "thimble." "Don't forget to change your flannels, Peter!" said Wendy, looking at him longingly, for she was always very interested in their flannels. It seemed that all that needed to be said had been said, followed by an awkward silence.But Peter was not the type to cry bitterly in front of people. "Tinkling, are you ready?" he called out. "OK OK," "Then lead the way." Tinker Bell flew up the nearest tree; but no one followed her, for at that moment the pirates made a terrible attack on the Indians.There had been silence on the ground; now the air was filled with shouts and the clash of weapons.The underground was deadly silent.One mouth opened wide and remained open.Wendy knelt down, her arms stretched out to Peter.All arms were stretched out towards him, as if blown by a sudden gust of wind; and they cried out to him, begging him not to desert them.Peter, for his part, seized his sword with which he thought he had slain Barbick; and his eyes blazed with eagerness for battle.